The Official I'M SICK OF SUMMER Thread

Frazod · 09-05-2007, 06:07 PM

Here's a rant.

I wish heat and humidity were a person.

Someone that I could abduct, trap in my basement and slowly fucking torture to death. And I'm not talking a mild blowtorch and thumbscrews type of torture - I'm talking a Kevin Spacey from Seven type of torture - something that would take weeks or months, even years. Something that would be marveled over later.

Enough with this crap. On a day where it was vile and miserable anyway, right at 5:00, it pours fucking rain, but only for a few minutes; not long enough to affect the temperature, but just long enough to raise the humidity levels to about 10,000%. Thirsty? Just open your mouth and breathe, and hope you don't drown. So then I walk the mile to the train station in this soupy, miserable shit. Well, that's over, I think. WRONG. Now the fucking air conditioning goes out on the train right as we're leaving the goddamn station, for the second fucking day in a row. There's another sonofabitch I'd like to go Spacey on - the dick in charge of making sure the air conditioning works - probably some lazy rat bastard drinking a cup of coffee in a nice cool office somewhere. What a lovely 45 minute train ride to enjoy after I was already rolling fucking sweat.

If I could get a paying job in fucking Antarctica, I'd take it. I hate the midwest, I hate summer, I hate the heat and I REALLY hate the fucking humidity.

COME ON WINTER HURRY UP AND fuckING GET HERE

That is all.

09-05-2007, 06:07 PM	Topic Starter
Frazod Did you hear what I said? Join Date: Aug 2000 Casino cash: $-736615	The Official I'M SICK OF SUMMER Thread Here's a rant. I wish heat and humidity were a person. Someone that I could abduct, trap in my basement and slowly fucking torture to death. And I'm not talking a mild blowtorch and thumbscrews type of torture - I'm talking a Kevin Spacey from Seven type of torture - something that would take weeks or months, even years. Something that would be marveled over later. Enough with this crap. On a day where it was vile and miserable anyway, right at 5:00, it pours fucking rain, but only for a few minutes; not long enough to affect the temperature, but just long enough to raise the humidity levels to about 10,000%. Thirsty? Just open your mouth and breathe, and hope you don't drown. So then I walk the mile to the train station in this soupy, miserable shit. Well, that's over, I think. WRONG. Now the fucking air conditioning goes out on the train right as we're leaving the goddamn station, for the second fucking day in a row. There's another sonofabitch I'd like to go Spacey on - the dick in charge of making sure the air conditioning works - probably some lazy rat bastard drinking a cup of coffee in a nice cool office somewhere. What a lovely 45 minute train ride to enjoy after I was already rolling fucking sweat. If I could get a paying job in fucking Antarctica, I'd take it. I hate the midwest, I hate summer, I hate the heat and I REALLY hate the fucking humidity. COME ON WINTER HURRY UP AND fuckING GET HERE That is all.
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